Memories of May Day; stealing flowers.
Backstory
I was just a little squirt, and totally mesmerized by flowers and the idea of May baskets. I spent an afternoon making construction paper baskets and filled them with the neighbors' flowers, hung them on their doors and ran. Those sweet old ladies never got mad, and I still have a passion for flowers. by MrsPremise in Six-Word Memoirs on May 01, 2012 | 
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Comments
accidentaltourist says,
Scary coincidence...I did the very same thing! The neighbors were not nearly as mad as my mother was at her "hooligan children." If only that was the worst thing I'd ever done. ;)MrsPremise says,
No kidding?! I've done far, far worse, too. :-}accidentaltourist says,
No kidding. Five-year-old neighborhood terror, I was. That same year, I "ran away" with the little boy across the street. We walked down river to a shallow section and crossed over to an island, where we thought we could live...well, until it was lunch time and we were hungry.Of course, then I got older...and well...you know how it goes. ;)